[Caught in a whirlwind of impotent fury, Tarn has found his way to a supply room.
He wants nothing more than to be back with the whole of the Decpeticon Justice Division, doing his life's work in hunting down traitors and cowards and upholding the Decepticon ideals. He was busy. He had plans.
But, he supposes they dont matter now. Lain in ruins at his feet as he's stuck rusting on this ship full of Autobots and organics.
Ratchet might hear a loud growl of frustration, followed by clattering of supplies as Tarn begins ripping shelves out of the walls]
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He wants nothing more than to be back with the whole of the Decpeticon Justice Division, doing his life's work in hunting down traitors and cowards and upholding the Decepticon ideals. He was busy. He had plans.
But, he supposes they dont matter now. Lain in ruins at his feet as he's stuck rusting on this ship full of Autobots and organics.
Ratchet might hear a loud growl of frustration, followed by clattering of supplies as Tarn begins ripping shelves out of the walls]